Natalie Harp labeled herself “unworthy” of Donald Trump in deeply personal letters she wrote him during the presidential campaign, which reportedly “alarmed” the Secret Service. The extent of the White House executive assistant’s admiration and devotion to Trump is laid bare in letters she allegedly wrote him around the time of a trip to Scotland and Ireland in 2023, published in full by The Daily Beast, during his re-election bid. Harp, now 35, opened up to Trump in the letters about the death of her father, how she felt at times as if she was “approaching burnout,” and thanked him for “always being there” for her.
New York Times reporter Maggie Haberman, who has reported on Harp’s relationship with the president extensively, said the letters had rattled the Secret Service. The gushing letters were obtained by Trump biographer Michael Wolff, whom the White House has previously described as “a known peddler of fake news,” while he was working on the 2025 book All or Nothing. Excerpts of the letters have been previously reported by The New York Times.
In response to the publication of the letters, which The Independent has not independently verified, White House spokesman Davis Ingle said that Harp “is one of the most loyal and hardest-working aides on President Trump’s team.” I’m sorry. I thought I was the only one left behind last night, and had no idea Margo’s car was also pulled over, and sent back to the Airport. Since I was alone in the van outside Customs without my passport, I panicked, and should have just called Secret Service instead of you.
I also am sorry if I was an embarrassment walking the course in Scotland. The first day I was told there were no carts, and people walked, which is why I walked. The second day, I was specifically asked by, I forget who his name was, but one of the main people who worked there, if I could continue walking, and tell any other girls who would head out there to do the same to spare the Course any more Carts.
If there is anything else I have done to cause you trouble, please forgive me. I know that some people have said I haven’t been texting them back, and there have been some International cell issues (John was having technical issues on the Plane too, so asked me to help him out.) I want things to always be right between us. I also know I’ve been distracted all week (forgetting to eat throughout the days, and even forgetting to sleep, and only catching a couple of hours at a time).
I haven’t been myself, dwelling on the Past, and the pain of losing my Dad, and I started letting the remarks of people who haven’t bothered me before, get to me—not because I care what others think, but because I see myself being lowered in your eyes and good opinion. That is the fear you see, because I never want to bring you anything but joy. I’m sorry I lost my focus.
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